The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　The sound of drumming suddenly stopped, and the primitive people looked at each other, their eyes still empty.

　The sound of a mass of flesh wriggling came from the depths of the fog. Xingmo turned his head and took in the outline as it broke through the sea of ​​fog.

　"squeak..."

　It was a mountain of flesh. Its head belonged to an old man, but its body seemed

　Different pieces of meat are spliced ​​together.

　The left arm is strong and powerful, covered with bone armor. Eyes can be vaguely seen between the muscles of the arm, blinking.

　The right side was cut off from the shoulder, and three slightly slender arms were grafted on it. Each hand held a wooden staff, and the bone runes made a crisp sound like wind chimes when they collided with each other.

　And in the visual center, on the twisted body of flesh, a neatly shaped circular hole was carved on its chest.

　In the very center of the chest, a black heart beats.

　As for the area directly below, Xingmo did not see any human limbs - countless octopus-like tentacles performed the function of moving for this monster, making it look like some kind of strange marine creature.

　"Esis...Esis...Esis...Esis..."

　The monster murmured and stared at Xingmo, its body, which was much taller than Xingmo, trembling slightly.

　Xingmo looked at the monster fearlessly and gently gripped the wand.

　Ah...are the warriors of the jungle tribe such monsters?

　Why have you never heard of it?

　Did he become like this of his own accord? Or was he simply a victim of Serena's...

　Xingmo spread her inspiration and scanned the surrounding area, trying to find any signals related to Serena.

　Unfortunately, no such signal appeared.

　At least now, Serena is not here.

　But why?

　If the Golden Branch Ceremony ends and Xingmo obtains the Golden Branch, how will Salina enter the Kingdom of God in the Invisible Mist?

　Or is this all Serena's conspiracy...

　""

　Just as Xing Mo was thinking, the sound of fog being disturbed came from the surroundings again.

　Turning around, I saw a man who looked like a priest staggering towards me, holding a staff in his hand.

　He raised his staff and whispered something, and the fog around him began to riot.

　Xingmo heard the warmonger's growl—a faint golden light appeared on the meat mountain's chest, which was the signal of the golden branch fragment.

　This means that the Golden Branch Ceremony is about to begin.

　I don’t know how long it will take Aurora to find me... Xingmo muttered, gently turned the magic wand, and pulled out the Spine of Saint Auros from the bone sheath.

　Sun-like metal lit up in the center of the black fog, and accompanied by the sound of drums, the fog rolled faster and faster.

　“Knock, knock… knock, knock… knock, knock…”

　Xing Mo felt her heartbeat accelerating, and in such a strange atmosphere, her blood was boiling.

　The whispers from the black fog created the atmosphere of the battlefield and also foreshadowed the beginning of a deadly battle.

　"Then let me kill you first." Xing Mo said in a low voice.

　"Dong dong!"

　"Dong dong!"

　"Boom—"

　At the moment when the drumbeats suddenly stopped, Xingmo heard a clear whistle.

　Then, she took a sudden step forward and swung her first knife towards the jungle priest opposite her.

　"bass--"

　"Little Saint?"

　When the dream was broken, Aurora opened her eyes and looked around blankly.

　I don’t know when it started, but Xingmo disappeared!

　When entering the dream cluster, Aurora could still grasp the traces of Xingmo, but in the blink of an eye, a powerful force pushed her out of the dream.

　What kind of power can kick the Lord of Dreams out of the dream?

　""

　After confirming that Xingmo was not around, Aurora did not panic, but looked around calmly.

　The forest was naturally no different from before. Those fearful creatures hiding in the darkness still did not have the courage to show up, and the fog was still rolling as usual.

　"You're quite capable of kicking me out of this dream," Aurora said calmly. "Come out! Let's not waste any more time."

　Her eyes fixed, and a green halo swept across the surrounding woodland, and suddenly there was a commotion of birds and beasts.

　But apart from this, there was no other movement.

　Aurora waited quietly, waiting for the person behind the scenes to appear.

　Could it be Serena, the broken angel?

　She began to think about possible enemies, making a list, even adding Merlin at the end.

　But at this moment, the voice coming from behind her sounded very familiar to her:

　"Hey, did you find me?"

　Aurora turned her head abruptly, her eyes gleaming with surprise.

　She saw the person who had been standing behind her for some unknown period of time—the person's outline was hidden in the mist, his eyes were blood red, his hair was white as blood, and a faint green light lingered around him.

　It was herself.

　Another Aurora Havrgard walked out of the black fog. She was wearing the same dress as Aurora, holding a tree spear of the same style as Aurora, and her eyes were flashing with the same light as Aurora's!

　The real Aurora, the Tree of Life!

　"Only the Lord of Dreams can remove the Lord of Dreams from a dream, right?" Pseudo-Aurora tilted her head slightly. "Who else knows me better than me?"

　Before she could finish her words, a tree spear instantly reached her forehead, and a red arc of electricity exploded -

　"boom----"

　Red arcs of electricity stirred up smoke and dust in the woods. Aurora gasped as she looked at the place engulfed by the smoke and dust, a hint of panic in her eyes.

　what is that?

　phantom?

　"Om——"

　The fog parted at one point, and the fake Aurora, holding the tree spear, stood there, unharmed.

　She tapped her lips lightly with her finger and tilted her head:

　"What's the matter? Are you not welcome?"

　The next second, red lightning exploded, and two figures holding tree spears collided with each other, and a violent wind burst out -

　"boom----"

　The surrounding woods surged like the sea. In the strong wind, Aurora stared at herself across from her, her eyes still a little dazed.

　"Why don't you use the String of Life?" During the stalemate, the fake Aurora whispered, "Are you afraid of killing yourself? So you're afraid of death?"

　"boom--"

　"Dangdang——"

　The tree spears collided, and red lightning flashed every time, leaving long scars in the mud.

　Aurora swung her tree spear rapidly, pushing back her opponent.

　Chop, chop, thrust—

　"bass--"

　The fake Aurora blocked Aurora's attack, stepped back lightly, and stabbed the spear into the ground to steady her steps.

　She was clearly at a disadvantage, yet she wore a smile on her face, a stark contrast to the panic in Aurora's eyes, who was at the upper hand.

　"Let me guess, you're hesitant, right?" she whispered. "Yes, when the little Saint desperately defended the Citadel, that look really moved you, didn't it? After all, her starlight was so shining, so shining that it changed the fate of so many people..."

　"Shut up..." Aurora whispered.

　"Are you worried you can't keep up with her?" Fake Aurora covered her mouth and laughed. "Yeah, you're a god, but you're always so timid. You keep shouting to your sister about protecting the flowers and plants, but you keep retreating and being afraid..."

　"The little saint is right. Aren't you also a flower and a plant? You were born with the authority of God, but you can't even do it better than a mortal?"

　"Shut up!"

　Six wings of light burst out from behind Aurora. She casually waved her hand in the air, and green light instantly rushed towards the fake Aurora.

　But the fake Aurora made exactly the same move, and the same two green lights collided and exploded in the air!

　"Why don't you play the chord of life!" Pseudo-Aurora's voice suddenly rose. "If you destroy me, won't that allow you to find the little saint? After all, you don't dare to take any risks! You're afraid that I will become you! You're afraid of crossing that line!"

　"Just shut up when I tell you to!"

　Aurora tore open the cracks, and countless crimson lights instantly exploded from the fake Aurora's body, along with trails that seemed to split the sky.

　“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—”

　But when the frenzied crimson slash ended, the fake Aurora still stood there, unharmed and calm.

　"You still can't face your own heart?" The fake Aurora looked at the panting Aurora and smiled faintly. "Aurora Havrgard."

　"You look like a drowned kitten now, don't you?"

　PS: I’m asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~

Chapter 339 Golden Branch (Part 4) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　"boom--"

　When Xingmo once again lightly flashed past a fierce black energy, her brows finally frowned.

　I have to say that the opponent is very strong.

　The power of the Jungle Priest seemed to have been enhanced by some kind of blessing. Almost every attack was accompanied by powerful spiritual power, as if the spiritual power in its body was inexhaustible.

　Whenever Xing Mo wanted to get closer, the black air would burst out from nowhere, forcing her to hide.

　Even in this situation, the Jungle Priest could still use mist to attack Xingmo freely - branch-like thorns had grown on its fists at some point, and every whistling sound would cut through the space, leaving long marks.

　While dodging the attack of the tree thorns, Xing Mo also had to pay attention to the string sound emitted by the magic wand held in the priest's three twisted forearms to predict the next string magic attack.

　She felt like she was not fighting one person, but four... eight people...

　She's at war with an entire tribe!

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　The sound of drumming from all directions was sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, and sometimes sparse, like waves of strange heartbeats.

　Xingmo gripped the hilt of the sword, staring at the slowly approaching mountain of flesh, his mind churning with thoughts.

　His spiritual power is too strong...too strong to be consistent with his strength...

　Each of this guy's attacks has about four to five strings. At most, he is an extraordinary creature between a saint and a demigod.

　However, this kind of attack made Xing Mo dare not get close to him.

　Now, this forest is the home of the Invisible Mist. The curse power symbolized by the black air may have unprecedented power, just like the night when the Invisible Mist watched the Citadel.

　Xing Mo tried to use the magic of about six strings to test it out, and sure enough, the black air could invalidate the damage she caused.

　This is a kind of equal erasure. Perhaps this is the home-field effect brought about by the overlap of the boundaries of the Kingdom of God and reality.

　But the problem is that this territory is not yet the kingdom of God, and the invisible mist is still waiting for the golden branch.

　As long as we can use some medium to neutralize this venue factor, we can break the home advantage of the Jungle Priest...

　What to use...